“Buy me dinner,” Clare said. “I’m just glad you’ve got something to do.”
“And that I’m not gonna flake out on the rent.” Sunny set the iron down, smoothing the last label with his thumb.
Grant had great taste in shirts. The colors might not have been entirely his choice, but the quality was, and judging by the way he’d been dressed this morning, he wasn’t afraid to buy his shirts in the right size. A lot of men his age bought them a size too big to hide a little softness around the middle.
Grant didn’t seem tohavea whole lot of that, and if he did, he obviously wasn’t too worried about it. That by itself was attractive.
“I said I’d cover you, and I meant it. I’ve always got your back,” Clare responded.
“I know.” Sunny smiled to himself, flicking the iron off and pulling the plug out of the wall socket. “I’ve always got your back, too. I just wanted to tell you the good news. I’ll let you get back to your life now.”
“I always have time for you,” Clare said. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“I don’t know when I’ll be home, but I do promise to buy you dinner,” Sunny said. He definitely owed Clare at least that much.
“Okay. Love you,” Clare said.
Sunny smiled again. “Love you, too.”
He shoved his phone back in his pocket once Clare hung up, grabbing the hangers he’d pulled out of Grant’s closet earlier so he could hang the shirts back up.
If this was what being a PA was like, he could definitely get used to it.
